A million miles a minute

Fast as every bullet

Losing green that must have been

Through the shield in the space

Forget the check I'll get it

My last one won't regret it

Full of green won't mean a thing

From the process of me tearing

From limb to limb...



Cheers to all I made it

Just a scratch I'll make it

Please be sweet don't say a thing

Makes it easier when no one knows

Forget the check I'll get it

My last one won't regret it

Full of green won't mean a thing

From the process of me tearing

From limb to limb...